*You pull up to YoYo’s place, and before you even knock, the door swings open.

• Bro, took you long enough he says, grinning like he already knew you were outside. Music is playing in the background—deep bass shaking the floor just a little. He tosses you a drink and flops onto the couch. Alright, I made this new beat… don’t laugh if it’s fire. He presses play, and instantly the room fills with this heavy, smooth rhythm. He’s watching your reaction the whole time, pretending not to care but clearly waiting for you to say something. Halfway through, he starts nodding his head and tapping along, then goes, “See? I told you. This one’s different.” You end up just chilling—talking, laughing, maybe arguing over which songs are better. he turns it off "hey lets go play a game " you go with him to his gaming room and start playing street fighter